Dark Academia

Dark academia is my life • spreading my thoughts • History, literature, classics and love.

[darksswords]

I would talk to you for hours and don't even get bored.

[niamhous]

@grey-the-violinist

[glammedgrey]

mE?!

[darksswords]

Omg 🥺

[darksswords]

"Is there anything better than walking in the park, amongst Earthy colors and crisp air, with a warm coffee in hand? Or snuggling up, as rain taps on the window, with a favorite read in one hand and a warm mug in the other? Or those first dark and bitter sips in the morning?

The answer, in our view, is almost certainly no.

#coffee is the pinnacle. Coffee is, more likely than not, as good as it gets. Then again, we might be wrong. Change our minds. Do your worst. "

"drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there."

Happy international coffee day! 🍂

Thanks @daugterofliterature and @todayontumblr for your wisdom

[daugterofliterature]

drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.

[thehopefulquotes]

“Don’t just learn, experience. Don’t just read, absorb. Don’t just change, transform. Don’t just relate, advocate. Don’t just promise, prove. Don’t just criticize, encourage. Don’t just think, ponder. Don’t just take, give. Don’t just see, feel. Don’t just dream, do. Don’t just hear, listen. Don’t just talk, act. Don’t just tell, show. Don’t just exist, live.”

— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

[cheruib]

im finally reading so much again and having quiet little early morning walks and eating lots of fruit and writing in my journal and not being a lot on my phone and it feels sooooo nice 🥹

[darksswords]

wish it was me :,)

[peacozy]

Showing me a picture of a bug or flower you found is a love language

[thegardenhearth]

me: i want to live in a cottage and speak softly to fairies and drink tea under blankets and grow a beautiful herb garden and read books by candlelight and wear pretty things to picnics and pick flowers in meadows and look at the stars and moon and dance in the living room and

also me: what the fuck

also me: fucking hell

also me: who the fuck

also me: FUUUCK *screams*

[valtsv]

there's something so compelling to me about the fact that sometimes leaving a blade or bullet inside the wound it made is the only way to prevent you from bleeding to death. something about the ironic symbolism of it. when the thing designed and intended to kill you is the only thing keeping you alive.

[hmnbd]

— friends to lovers things that make my heart flutter

knowing each other's favorite everything since the beginning...

being each other's home away from home

or spending days obsessively trying to figure out the other's taste and personality if they met later on

"my house is your house and you know you're always safe here"

growing together, then growing apart, then rekindling the flame years after like no time passed

"this reminded me of you and of course I had to show it to you"

silly childhood memories that both of them never forget and always chat about

their song, that happened to be whatever was on the radio/tv the first time one of them hung out at the other's house

sharing goals and dreams for the future and secretly hoping for something more

always being gentle and kind because they know what the other has been through, never forgetting their fears and insecurities

"damn, it's like my mom likes you better than me"

unspoken rules and inside jokes that no one else understands

2 a.m. phone calls when one of them can't sleep so they just comment whatever show is on the tv at that hour over the phone and suddenly it's morning again

"my mouth is sealed, you know you can tell me anything"

everyone always thinking they're high school sweethearts and one of them immediately arguing that platonic soulmates are a real thing and they should leave them alone...

but internally fearing that the relationship is only platonic because they want more

a confession that's a bit too honest every now and then but so what? they never notice.

WHEN WILL THEY NOTICE

but if they do notice... what if it ruins everything?

followed by months and months and months of conflicted feelings that only their smile eases

[darksswords]

I’ve been thinking about something lately that actually squeezes my brain. 

Right now I’m in a relationship with this amazing and caring guy. He is a man of words and I am a woman of details. He is always saying how much he loves me, how cute and beautiful I am and he even writes short texts to show his love. On the contrary, I always dedicate him songs, write poetry, but him little and st*pid things, send him photos of the sky or moon, etc. Just little details that show how much I love him. The thing is, we never do what the other one does, I mean, he never shows up little details and I never tell him with many words how much I love him. I’m sure we work perfectly just as we are right now but deep inside I want him to dedicate me a song once a while or buy me some flowers or little st*pid details that seem like nothing but mean a lot. And I also know deep inside that he wants me to show more how much I love him but saying so or by complimenting him. 

I know it’s not a problem and that nothing can be done, more than just stick with it or try and change it, but I know this two types of personality and love work so well and I’m sure there are so many people around there that are in the same situation that I just want to appreciate it and keep loving the same as I’ve always done.

[darksswords]

detail gf vs word bf

Her: Dedicate me a song!

Him: Say you love me once!

Her: Gift me anything little and cute!

Him: Express your feelings!

Her: Just say you love me with actions and details!

Him: Just say you love me with your words!

* they get angry but still love each other *

[llmu-deactivated20230515]

first they’ll give u butterflies then mental trauma

[saanjhish]

Literally every book I've ever read be like:

[darksswords]

Literally every love song I’ve ever heard be like:

[violentdevotion]

you forget what language can do until you read a good poem

[m1male2]

"The Satyr and the Bacchante" by the sculptor Jean-Jacques Pradier (1790-1852) was presented at the Paris Salon (Salon Carré, Louvre) in 1834. It was a scandal for being considered pornographic: too explicit, too large and too frontal …Things of the time.

Louvre Museum

[darksswords]

you are someone who I wanna do art about

[marxvx-deactivated20170329]

[superstreetfighter2turbohdremix]

spongebob really understood this whole gender thing on a deeper level

[darksswords]

hey, wanna look at the moon with me?